The Kid Named Not Me
There's a new kid at home,
One nobody sees
But we all know he's there.
His name is Not Me.
He took out all my colors
And doodled on the wall.
You can tell from how high he reached
He isn't very tall.
When my mom asked,
"Whose art work can this be?"
The answer was unanimous.
We all said, "Not Me!"
Not Me is very naughty.
He always makes a mess,
And what he did with Sister's doll
Is anybody's guess!
He ruined Mommy's makeup.
He messed up Daddy's hat.
He even cut my bed sheets.
Now, how bad was that?
And when he takes a bath
He gets water on the floor.
And just last night
He got toothpaste on the door.
He spilled Kool-Aid on the carpet
And broke some dishes in the sink.
He left the milk out on the counter
So now there's none to drink.
When something's going wrong
And Mom's angry as can be,
You can always be sure he did it-
That kid named Not Me.
jsc.2004
This was written when my children were small and yes I read it to them often. Not me lived in my house for many Years and still makes an occasional visit.
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